"A donut a day will make you fat!" Bailey exclaimed.
"I appreciate that you are worried about me, but there is no way I would even get close to being fat." Addison proudly claimed. "We are both going now!"
Bailey scoffed. Sure, she should be happy that both she and her 25-year-old sister were vaccinated against the most deadly pathogen in recent times. Still, she was not thrilled about a daily donut being added to her already horrendous diet. Bailey had just turned 21 and was already disappointed in her fattened body due to the pandemic. She had always been somewhat curvy and had a voracious appetite, but she was able to maintain her figure with her daily visits to the gym. Cardio and squats made her thick in the right places. The dark-blonde-haired girl previously weighed in at 140 pounds at 5'7. Most of the weight was in her thick, muscular thighs and butt. Then the pandemic happened. All of her college classes went virtual, and all nearby gyms were promptly closed. Not to mention, she went to school in a different state from her parents. She decided to move in with her sister, who had just started an office job nearby. This ended up being quite a disaster for her figure; she wished that she had a time machine. Her sister had quite the sweet tooth, and she loved to bake. Bailey recalled her freshman year of college, where she did gain the infamous freshman 15, but this past year was somehow even worse for her body.
"Addison, I'm already massive. A donut a day will only make me blow up more!" Bailey said while pointing directly at her sizeable, pale belly. She had somehow managed to unwillingly gain 20 pounds of unwelcome blubber. Not to mention, she lost all of the muscular tone in her body. Her perfectly firm torso transformed into a doughy blob of flesh. The muscles present in her thighs vanished too; they were replaced by bouncy fat. Her lower body issues paled in comparison to the expansion of her previously slim waistline. Her fattened gut had two distinct rolls of blubber. Not to mention her fleshy love handles, which were visible over her much too small tops. At least she was able to convert the 15 excess pounds in her freshman year into muscle after slaving away at the gym. Now, her muscles had vanished, and she now weighed in at a chubby 160 pounds.
"Sis, we need to enjoy ourselves. You don't even look that big. You only live once, after all." Bailey grimaced at her sister. Those were the same words that led to the recent metamorphosis of her body. Bailey blamed her sister for her weight gain, even though she was the one who claimed it was too risky or too cold to exercise outside with the virus. She was the one who gladly ate both her sister's hearty homecooked meals and her calorie-laden sweets.
"Fine."
Addison grinned as wide as her sister's waist. Addison was blissfully unaware of the true extent of her sister's weight gain due to the fact that it was gradual. Plus, her sister was usually bigger than her weight-wise. Addison was every man's dream girl. long, dark blonde hair, a perfectly symmetrical face, a slim, slightly tanned body, and a surprisingly fun personality. She was usually very kind to others and truly believed in making sure everyone was making the most of their lives. She had only one major fault: her obsession with sweets. She practically inhaled any type of sugary treat. Whether it be brownies, cakes, cupcakes, pies, or donuts. She only maintained her perfect 5'4", 120-pound figure by eating very small meals for lunch and breakfast. Most of her caloric intake was from sweets, which she gobbled up at the end of the day.
It was only a 5-minute drive to Krispy Kreme, plus it was right next to the office where Addison would soon start working again. It seemed like everything was opening up again. The two sisters' stomachs were growling when they entered the empty donut store. A short Hispanic girl was the only staff member to be seen. They both presented their vaccine cards to her. Instantly, Bailey recognized her. It was Isabelle. She was one of her friends from college. Bailey recalled her being quite slim; the pandemic certainty changed her figure for the worse. Her thighs had swelled in size, she had a noticeable potbelly, and her breasts were even more remarkable. Her bosoms were always quite big for her slim figure in college, but they were now massive. The two balls of fat jiggled as she handed them their donuts. They must be at least E cups, maybe even F cups now, thought Bailey. That was one thing that didn't grow for her with the extra weight. She was seemingly doomed to forever have small B-cup breasts, just like her sister.
